Actually I Am Not A God

2021-12-19

  Chapter 82 Songs, Poems, Love

Anything that one side thinks they like will be shared by others Like conjectures are meaningless.

What you like may not be liked by others, and what you think is perfect may not be perfect by others. Your carefully selected gifts are not appreciated by others.

This kind of thing is simply as it should be by rights. It is the same in the performance of this drama.

With the maintenance of the influence brought about by the Pale Band and the major media, these people basically maintain their basic rationality and ideas.

But from the perspective of Takane's previous life, the disapproval of the art of drama by the people here is almost equivalent to the original electronic art.

Although the scripts and stories of Romeo and Juliet belong to the Peak Level in another world, in this world, an art form such as drama is still too new. Sometimes people can't stand the non-interactive links and stand up and walk straight away from the back door. All kinds of hustle and bustle of speech and evaluation made the room almost unable to hear exactly what the actors were saying.

Even the reporters are frowned. Looking at this emerging art that is working hard to perform, frowned is racking his brains to think about how to describe this as completely deviant in their description, and they don’t care about the audience or the audience. The artistic expression that doesn’t care about feedback describes a bit better. Only a handful of people can devote themselves to the story of the drama through the headsets and enhancers that have been prepared for a long time. And there are women who obviously account for the overwhelming majority.

In fact, they have already considered it. For this kind of art form will not be recognized by the public, they have long been prepared for a protracted battle. This is also the reason why a lot of public opinion propaganda and the influence of the Pale Orchestra are used.

But all this has nothing to do with Takane and Rin Shi.

Although Takane looks at the drama actors who are working hard to perform, but he is not too interested in romance films, his thinking has already shifted to the light cone battlefield.

He can no longer stand the cerebral palsy and useless operations of the people under his hands, so he decides to take over the battlefield himself, and at least win one battle to establish the victory. Although they will win sooner or later, it is too ugly to win by relying directly on the skin.

But for Rin Shi, who is sitting aside and wearing earphones and bone conduction-enhancing gloves, this art form that can be appreciated by himself without the need to communicate with others, allows He opened Bingblue's eyes wide, and looked at the scenes that happened on the stage in surprise.

"It's so good..."

I don't want to have too many close contacts with others, I don't like interacting with others, I just like the world where I stay in one place, The crowd watching the performance on the stage showed joyful expressions.

She has always liked all kinds of art and stories, but because most people in this world pay attention to all kinds of interactive art, perhaps because this world is too peaceful, they don’t have too much Multi-body works just extol all kinds of unity and the boredom and joy of one's own life. And this kind of art that can be appreciated by one person is undoubtedly a very delightful thing for Lin Shi.

You don’t need to interact with others, and you don’t need to discuss with too many people. You only need one person to sit quietly in a chair to enjoy the whole story.

With the performance of the actors, Rin Shi's expression gradually became richer.

As the plot advances step by step, her emotions are gradually fluctuating, from family to environment, to the last relatives and death, watching the picture that finally comes to an end, the girl is even moved with emotion. Tears.

And Lin Shi is not just the only girl who has cried. Among the rest of the crowd in the theater, those with her boyfriend's female companions who were crying Yudai Lihua, felt sad and sighed for the sad love falling on the curtain and the family that finally shook hands.

Why not earlier?

The lamentation of the female companions makes many men feel inexplicable. Without interaction, they basically didn't notice what they were acting. The men who really noticed the performance and gave their own thoughts and answers were attracted by other women, and even wanted to share their thoughts together.

This is also a common sense in this world. Although everyone watched the last scene and did not end, but they have realized that it is about to end, they still can't stop whispering and discussing spiritedly. There is no saying that silence is the best encouragement in this world. For this kind of art, they will whisper and criticize each other. In the end, watching the actors who left the stage hand in hand, they expressed sparse applause and whistles.

Because at least half of the people have already left, and many of the rest are reporters. After recording, he left the enclosed exhibition hall neatly.

Amidst not so enthusiastic applause, the first Romeo and Juliet opera performance by the Pale Orchestra came to an end.

"How does Rinse feel?"

Takane sitting in a chair held Rinse’s palm and looked at the girl with tears in her eyes and whispered:    "It's not the same as you imagined? So I said, I'm afraid that what we carry between us is not love. It's just a kind of vague affection. That kind of fierce burning and desperate brilliance is not between us. "

"...I may indeed not love you."

Looking at the dark curtain, Rin Shih sucked his nose, the tip of his nose was red with tears, and his eyes turned to look dimly. Takane.

This created girl is too crystal clear and near-transparent from any angle. Even if he was crying now, there was a wonderful sense of transparency, as if he was leaving the world to go to some other place.

But her behavior completely broke the wonderful feeling of appearance. It was almost like a little beast that was frightened. Two slender palms firmly grasped Takane's arm, and there was an indescribable firmness and determination in the eyes of Bingblue's tearful pupils.

"But if I choose to have only one person who can live with me, I will choose you."

"If I can only be with one person in the future, I I will choose you too."

"If I were to choose one of my duties, I don’t know what I would choose. But I think I would choose you too. This may indeed be not love, but this is My feelings."

Before Takane's answer, Rin Shi was tearful of each minding their own business, clutching Takane's arm, and curled up in a chair silently, never again. Don't say a word.

And Takane looked at the crying girl, silently sighed in the heart, and reached out to touch her head.

It's like touching a younger sister who made a big mistake but cried and said sorry.

"...Hmm. Just have your own ideas."

'ka-cha'

In the corner of the theater, many tabloid reporters watched Takane and Rin Shi, who seemed to be hugging each other in the shadows, quietly took the picture, and then went away quietly.

(End of this chapter)